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Mark
"Mark?"
He stands rooted on the spot as he hears the door open. Shite! She is coming in! She will see! Looking at his now obscene tent, his mind tries desperately to get out of his predicament. He almost jumps out of his skin when he feels a hand on his shoulder. "Look, Mark. I understand how you feel. It's not unusual under the circumstances for you not to have gotten an erection." The lad realises that because she is standing right behind him, she cannot see his present 'state'. Maybe it will go down before she will see it "It's okay. It happens. I'm not sure I would want to have sex with my parent either -- no matter what the circumstances." Please go down! "Sweetie? It's okay. Please talk to me? I will phone the hospital and tell them that we just can't do this. I will tell them that it's my fault. That I can't go through with it. Your father will back me up and we will deal with whatever happens when it happens." It slowly dawns on him what his mother is saying, the feeling of shame intensifies as he realises that his parents are prepared to get themselves in trouble with the authorities just to protect him and still it won't go down. "Mark?" He feels hands grab him and try to turn him round. Please God! She can't see me like this! The boy can feel tears in his eyes as he struggles to stay facing away from her while his traiterious erection feels as stiff as he has ever felt it. "Mark. I am talking to you." With a strength that catches him by surprise, he finds himself being swung round. "Now, Mark. I...." His mother stops in midsentence as his thick projectile literally slams into her stomach... |
Janice was more than surprised...
when she felt Mark's steely erection jut into the softness of her belly, but couldn't bring herself to look. He was aroused but should they use that to their advantage? Not if he objected or had any hesitance about the situation.
"Mark?" She looked questioningly into her son's eyes as she said his name. He lowered his eyes immediately. His face was flushed with embarrassment -- or was it something other? Janice wanted to put him at ease and to be sure of what Mark was willing to do as well. Placing her hand under his chin, she lifted it gently. "Are you all right? I mean... Do you want to try again?" Gods, she hoped that he wouldn't agree just to keep peace or to keep her and Jack out of trouble with the government. "Truth, Mark. It won't do any of us any good if you are not willing." The boy lowered his eyes again, but not before he nodded. Janice looked around her son's room. There was only a single bed in here and she wondered... No. It was perhaps best for them to go back to her room and the larger bed. Janice's heart was pounding as she took her son's hand in her own and led him back to where they had begun. When they reached the doorway, she had another thought. Maybe it was the idea of it being his parents' bedroom -- and bed. If things didn't work out this time, they would use the guest room. "Come," she said gently and moved toward the edge of the double bed. |
Mark
He is in back in his parents' room, the door closed and his alone with his mother.
"Come." She gently orders him as she moves to the other side of the bed gets onto the bed, sliding the covers over her. Turning to him, she lifts up the blanket and tells him to get in. His hand clasped in front of him to try and shield his condition from her, he shuffles to his side (his father's side) of the bed, turns round as to present his backside to his mother before sitting down and lifting his legs up. A moment later, his mother has brought down the blanket, covering them both. Slowly, he turns to face as she lays on her side looking at him, waiting to be told what do do next... |
Janice
Janice felt a slight twinge of annoyance at her husband as Mark watched her, waiting to be told what to do next. She hadn't expected there to be any glitches involved -- wham bam thank you ma'am. Just wanted to do it, get pregnant and be done with the whole affair. She was quickly beginning to see that it would not be so simple.
"I guess you've never... erm... done it?" Mark shook his head no and she nodded solemnly in response before continuing. "Well, I can't say I'm an all-out expert, Mark -- but we don't have to worry about the subtleties of it -- that isn't what the government requires of us. We just have to make a baby is all." Placing her hand on her son's cheek, she looked into his eyes. "I want to be sure that you are going to be okay with this, Mark. Nothing is worth your unhappiness to me. Do you understand? Nothing." Mark's face reddened and he shifted his eyes away from hers. "I'm... okay." Jan nodded and steeled herself. "Okay. Now I need you to come up here on top of me." She put her hand on her son's upper arm and gave a gentle tug as she rolled over onto her back. Mark lifted his body, careful to keep the covers over himself as he awkwardly climbed between his mother's splayed legs. His eyes were closed she noted, and in a way she was glad. Janice didn't think that she wanted to look into his eyes just now. For the second time that day, Janice shifted beneath Mark and reached between their bodies to grasp her son's penis. A subconscious awareness that his erection was much thicker and longer than Jack's flickered through her mind, but was quickly set aside by the feeling of relief that washed over her with the knowledge that he was erect. This, at least, was a good sign -- but damn those scientists to hell for playing with peoples' lives like this in the name of experimentation. At least she could take comfort in the fact that they were not the only ones. "Okay, now... " Janice's voice was merely a whisper. She wanted him to understand what she was doing but she had never been so nervous in her entire life. "I'm going to guide your penis to the entrance of my vagina. You have to lift up and move back a bit... " Mark moved back, but she knew it wasn't enough. He was still too close and too high to penetrate her. "A little lower... " He shifted his body further down. Still not enough. Janice was getting more and more nervous and she could just imagine how her son was feeling at this point. If nothing else, it was frustrating to say the least. "Just... a... little... more... " she whispered, shifting her body with him this time. At last! "There... " She felt her son shiver as his erection pressed against her. "It's okay. Now just push yourself forward." |
Mark
I guess you've never... erm... done it?" His mother asks him.
For a moment, the boy wonders if there is something wrong with him since he hasn't. Does his mother think he should have done? In reply, he shakes his head. "Well, I can't say I'm an all-out expert, Mark -- but we don't have to worry about the subtleties of it -- that isn't what the government requires of us. We just have to make a baby is all." He feels her hand on his cheek as she looks at him. "I want to be sure that you are going to be okay with this, Mark. Nothing is worth your unhappiness to me. Do you understand? Nothing." Marks looks away as he says "I'm... okay." To be honest, he is not sure how he feels. He should feel angry at them for making him do this. For making his mother do this and he does. But then he remembers her touch and he flushes at the memory. "Okay. Now I need you to come up here on top of me." The boy feels his throat go dry. They are actually going to 'do it'. Closing his eyes, he lets her guide him on top of her, feeling her moving her legs apart to allow him to settle in. For a moment he pauses as he feels her move underneath him. Then he feels her touch his erection, causing him to almost gasp at the contact. "Okay, now... " She says quietly. "I'm going to guide your penis to the entrance of my vagina. You have to lift up and move back a bit... " He moves back. "A little lower... " He moves back even further. "Just... a... little... more... " He feels her hand push his penis down until he feels something brushing against his tip. "There..." He finds himself shivering as he realises that he is pressing against his mother's vagina. That for the first time in his life, his cock is actually touching a woman's cunt. "It's okay. Now just push yourself forward." His eyes still firmly clenched shut, he pushes down. Bearing his cock's head against his mother's opening. But nothing happens. "Push, baby." She tells him. He does but still nothing happens... |
Janice
Janice was so tense she felt she'd snap. She tried to stay calm for Mark's sake, maneuvering her body repeatedly so that he could enter her. It soon became apparent that no matter what they tried, his penis simply would not penetrate her vagina.
She was overwhelmed with guilt. It was her fault that this was not going easily. Janice knew that she was too uptight and he would never get inside without some sort of lubrication. In fact, there had been something in the FAQ about the possibility of that happening and what to use to remedy it. Jan could feel her son trembling. She'd kept her eyes closed the entire time thus far, but finally dared to look at her son's face. What she saw wrenched her heart. His eyes were clenched shut as hers had been and a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead and upper lip. "It's okay, sweetie... " She whispered gently and caressed her son's face. "I have an idea, but only if you want to go on." |
Mark
"It's okay, sweetie... " He hears her say to him quietly, soothingly. "I have an idea, but only if you want to go on."
For a few moments, the flustered boy does not know what he is supposed to do. Finally realising that he needs to get up off her, he does. "Over on the bedside cabinet, you will find a tube. Pick it up, honey." Doing his bed to hide his large projectile from his mother's sight, the boy reaches over and grabs the tube. "What is it, mom?" He asks as he inspects it. "It's k-y jelly." She replies, as if that is enough to make him understand. When she sees his blank look, she continues. "You put it...on....your...erm...you... so that will help...it slide..erm...into me." It takes a few seconds for it to dawn on him what his mother is actually talking about. Embarrassed, he looks away again. "Go into the bathroom and put it on there." Nodding, he quickly leaves the room... |
Janice
Janice lay back against the pillows, her mind awhirl. Truth, she'd been loath to do what the worlds' governments had asked of her and millions -- no, billions -- of other women and men. She hadn't, however, forseen that it would be this complicated.
She knew (and was grateful) that there wouldn't be the intimacy she had with Jack. That this would just be the mechanics of procreation. No matter how many times they'd tried to explain, Jan still didn't quite understand why artificial insemination wouldn't work. For heaven's sake, all of this could be avoided by something as simple as that she sighed. "Mom?" Janice looked up to see her son peeking around the bathroom door. "Have you done?" "Uh huh," he answered almost reluctantly. "Now what?" This was exactly what she meant. It just wasn't right -- no matter how she turned this about in her mind. No mother should be talking about or doing this sort of thing with their son. Now what, he'd asked. Well, she could only hope that this time things would go well. "Well, don't let your gown touch I guess. And come back over to the bed." God she sounded so cold and clinical. Why didn't she just add 'Now insert Tab A into Slot B' as well? Janice watched as Mark, holding the hospital gown away from his body, walked slowly over to the bed. "Okay, sweetie. Ready?" she asked and shifted her body to get more comfortable. As if! She closed her eyes as, for the third time that day, her son climbed between her legs. Something she'd read the night before occurred to her as he started to bend forward. "Wait a moment, Mark. I just thought of something." He watched her steadily as she grabbed a pillow and lifted her body to put it underneath herself. Maybe? At this point, nothing would hurt. "That's better. Are you sure you want to try again?" Her son nodded and Jan tried to smile encouragingly. "Okay then, let's try this one more time." Good going, Jan. Nothing like putting pressure on him -- as if he doesn't already have enough, she chastised herself, immediately ashamed. "I'm sorry, baby... It's going to be okay. Ready?" Not waiting for an answer, Jan reached between them and took her son's semi-hard penis in her hand. She tried to ignore the fact that it began to swell and stiffen at her touch as she guided her son once more to her entrance -- the place where his father's seed had travelled and where he ultimately passed the morning he'd been born. Don't think of that! Just do it! Janice tried to empty her mind of any thoughts and relax as she felt the boy move into position. "Help me, Mark. Push." Please let it happen this time. Please. |
Mark
Mark isn't really listening as once again, he is on the bed, moving in between his mother's outstretched legs. This time, he notices that they are not using the blanket to cover themselves. Not that it really matters, their heavy robes cover everything except their face and hands.
Momentarily distracted, he only catches the tail-end of her question. He simply nods. "Okay then, let's try this one more time." The boy kneels motionless over her as he feels her pulling his robe up. Not enough for her to see, but enough for her to touch his... To his shame, he feels an intense thrill as he feels her soft hand gently grab him and realises that he is getting hard again. He feels more movement down between them and he realises that she is pulling up her robe between them, so that they can.... Unable to look at her, he diverts his eyes only to find that himself staring at her chest. Even under the heavy robe, he can make out the shape of her large breasts. Realising what he is doing, he quickly looks away, praying that his mother hasn't noticed as he concentrates following his mother's gentle maneouvering, feeling his penis hitting something. "Help me, Mark. Push." He hears her asking. He tries to push but nothing happens. "Again, Mark." He pushes again. He is now aware of something warm and soft pressing against the top of his penis. "Harder, Mark. Pussshhh!" He feels his mother pushing back as he tries again. Looking down at her face, he freezes for a moment. He has never seen his mother look like this, her eyes wide open, her cheeks red, her mouth clenched. "No, Mark. Keeping pushing dammit!" Her sharp tone along with the sudden pressure of hands on his butt forces the boy to move forward in one powerful jab. Immediately he feels something give as something extremely tight begins to slide over the thick end of his hardon, causing the boy to cry out only to be drowned out by his mother's shriek of "Oh my God!!!!" as he slowly sinks into her... |
Janice
The relief that flooded Jan's mind as her son pressed forward successfully was quickly replaced by a myriad of other emotions and sensations. She was unable to hold back a cry as she felt herself spread and Mark penetrated her. She felt as though she would split in two, the delicate membranes of her vaginal walls stretched almost beyond endurance as his erection sunk deeper and deeper.
Her son's eyes were wide with... what was it? Alarm? Fear? Jan quickly tried to appease him. She must have frightened him when she cried out in pain. Truth, she hadn't considered the size of her son's penis as being the problem. In fact, she didn't really want to think of it even now as he was gently starting to move. Despite the lubricant he had applied, Jan's vagina hurt. It hurt badly. Please, don't let me rip, she pleaded silently. For the first time in her life she felt afraid while having sex. It had never been this way with Jack. Of course, he wasn't this large. Stop thinking about it and just get it over with! "That's right, Mark" she whispered to encourage her son. "Everything is going to be all right now." His movements were jerky and unpracticed, but that was due to his inexperience. Jan didn't want to think about that either -- only the fact that she wanted him to ejaculate and get it over with. The sooner the better. As if reading her mind, Mark gave a tentative but powerful thrust which almost made her cry out again. She knew what was going to happen. And it did. Mark's body tensed and Janice felt his penis swell before sensing an undulating rhythm radiating along its length. She arched her hips in order to take him fully as he groaned, flooding her canal with staccato bursts of sperm. Janice said a silent prayer of thanks even as she wondered if it would ever stop. Please let me be pregnant. Please. The sooner that happened, the sooner this would all be at an end. Then just as suddenly as it had begun it was over, with her son collapsing breathlessly on her chest. |
Mark
The sensation of being inside his mother's vagina is too much for the lad.
Feeling the incredible tightness around his huge girth sends him over the top and before he is even halfway in, he starts to cum, his body jerking with the violent force of his orgasm. "Moommm!" The boy wails as jet after jet of his thick incestuous seed floods his parent's depths. For long seconds, the boy just cums and cums, until finally the ejections become weaker and weaker until with a sigh, the boy collapses on her, almost crushing her with his large body. Never has he felt so good... "Mark? Mark? Are you alright?" Vaguely, he is aware that someone is calling his name. "Mark? Please get off, honey. You are crushing me." Then the reality kicks in and suddenly his bliss is replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and shame. Quickly he jumps off, the sudden movement causes his still hard erection to pull out of her. "Oohh!" He hears her gasp. "You okay, mom?" He now remembers her cry when he..erm... first entered her... |
Janice
"I'm... fine" she replied, not wanting to worry her son. Truth was, Janice wasn't sure how she was. They had finally done it, in spite of it being in fits and starts. But this was only the beginning. They had been told to do it twice a day -- at the minimum -- for the next two weeks before returning to the Clinic.
When she had asked Mark to lift off of her, Jan hadn't expected him to still be erect. Perhaps he hadn't ejaculated after all. She thought he had, but she'd been so tense that she really couldn't be certain. Maybe he just didn't finish. Oh, who are you trying to fool, Janice Fleming. He came. You felt it. Get real for Pete's sake! It was true. She had felt. She could feel it leaking out of herself even now. But he is still hard! Jan tried to remember if it had ever been that way with her and Jack. Damn her memory! Maybe it had. But that was different. That was making love, nothing like this at all. Nothing! "Mom?" Janice looked at her son. Mark had moved off the foot of the bed and had come around beside her. His concern for her was etched on her face and mingled with a look of confusion. The huge tent in the front of his gown was obvious, despite his attempt to hide it from her. Gods! What was she supposed to do now? Did she just let him go away like that? They said no masturbation for him. Wouldn't he hurt? Would he be able to resist doing that? Why didn't anything seem to go easily for them? She had to think, dammit! Okay. Here's what I'll do. I'll go get cleaned up and if he's still aroused when I come back... In the meantime she would try to maintain at least a semblance of calm when she spoke. "Yes, sweetie? Are you okay?" |
Mark
"Yes, sweetie? Are you okay?" His mother asks him as she slowly gets out of bed, her robe still shielding her body from him.
"Er...yes." He says, still dazed about what has just happened. Stepping past him, his mother exits the room but not before his eyes fall over her large rump as it sways under the confines and suddenly he feels a surge under his own gown. She is MOM! He admonishes himself, turning his head away in embarrassment. Now he is alone as well as confused. A part of him can still feel the morbid shame of what he has just done to her. The evidence being the clammy dampness he can feel underneath his robe. But another... NO! This is all wrong! He doesn't have to look down to know he is still hard. He can feel it! Again, more waves of shame hits him. What if she sees it? She will think I am some sort of perv... The door opens and his mother steps in, her eyes immediately falling on the protrusion that is pushing his gown out.... |
Janice
Janice had hoped that Mark's erection would diminish while she was in the bathroom. It would certainly have made things easier -- for herself -- and maybe for her son as well. Frankly, she had no idea what he was thinking.
The FAQ had said twice daily minimum. Janice herself knew enough to realize that more often would increase the odds of a pregnancy occurring. Especially now. Then, too, her motherly concern was beginning to creep in. Of course in a "normal" situation, it would not be her responsibility to see to her son's comfort. But this was far, far from "normal". It was more like a Stanley Kubrick film in the making -- dehumanizing, surreal, bordering on the psychotic and surreal. Just your every day mother/son affair where she will ultimately and hopefully end up pregnant. Lights! Camera! Action! Janice fought to stifle a burst of maniacal laughter as she moved closer to her son. He'd never understand why she would laugh -- especially now. Bottom line was that the governments of the world directing this show and she and Mark and the others were merely the players. But someone here needed to take charge and make some decisions. She wished to god that it didn't have to be her, but she saw no other way. There was nothing she could say aloud that wouldn't sound like she was coming on to her son or belittling his condition, so rather than risk it, she merely sat down and got back onto the bed, once more adjusting the pillow beneath herself. His eyes widened and his face grew red at her actions, but she just smiled gently and gestured with her chin for him to join her. |
Mark
For a moment, he just stands there open mouthed as he watches her get on the bed and resume her position.
Nothing is said as he finds himself climbs onto the bed and settles himself between her outstretched legs, still the most part hidden by her gown. Like before, he feels her fiddle between them and then the feel of her hand on his already rock hard shaft. With her hand, he is once again guided downwards until he feels his tip press into something warm. Knowing what to do, he pushes his hips forward. This time, it is quicker as he feels something stretch tightly around his engorged head and then he is in, the snug warmth of his mother's sex sliding along his rigid rod filling with a mixture of intense pleasure and shame. This is all wrong. He shouldn't like this. Even so, the incredible pleasure of having his penis inside a vagina, even if it is his mother's, is too good to deny. Now leaning over her, he lowers his forehead onto the pillow next to hers as with one last large thrust, he tries to bury himself completely inside her... |
Janice Fleming
There was nothing tender about what was happening. Not that it was rough, but it was impersonal -- mechanical. Janice tried not to think about what they were actually doing as her son climbed between her legs.
In fact, there was a subtle difference to Mark's movements when he leaned forward to position himself. He seemed more determined, if that was the word, and Jan shifted slightly to accommodate her son. To make it easier for him. She felt his penis, hard against her inner thigh, and reached to guide him. This time, she knew he would better understand what he was meant to do and that relieved her somewhat as she felt the tip of his erection part her labia and begin to enter her vagina. Unable to stop herself, she cried out as her son gave a powerful lunge and entered her. The thought that they should have used the lubricant crossed her mind but flittered away quickly as she concentrated more on the burning sensation in the thin skin at the base of her vagina. For the first time, she realized just how large Mark's penis was as he began to bore into her. Her canal was stretched almost to its limits as he grunted quietly and began to move. Yes, she'd felt it before but put it off to lack of lubrication. This time she wasn't so sure -- and the thought fascinated her. Don't think about it, Jan. Just do it! |
Mark
The sound of his mother's cry causes him to shiver and he finds himself starting to move his hips, bracing himself over her body as he starts to slide his thick shaft in and out of her.
His breath comes in gasps as his mind reels at the sensations of what they are doing. From smelling the fragance of his mother's hair, hearing the bedsprings creaking under them and his mother's rapid breathing, to the feeling of actually being inside her. Back and forth, back and forth his lower body goes, sending his stout tool firmly if not completely inside his mother's tight grasping channel. Unlike the first time, the boy just continues on and on, his movements getting stronger as he feels the pleasure slowly building. For the moment at least, his morality is on hold as he enjoys the experience... |
Janice Fleming
Mark's thrusts into his mother were stronger now and he seemed more self-assured as his erection glided in and out of her tender sheath. It began to dawn on Janice that her body, whether she liked it or not, must be responding to their coupling -- her body releasing the natural secretions that accompanied vaginal penetration. They weren't using lubricant, but he seemed to be moving in a smoother, more rhythmic pattern.
Afraid that she might begin to lose constraint, Janice began to wander in her mind -- making shopping lists, naming all the states and their capitols, planning the next luncheon for the Gardening Society and dinners for all of next week and the following. Meanwhile, her son continued to move in and out... in and out... Harder. Faster. Deeper. Stretching her. Filling her. No! Don't think about it! And then he was pausing. Trembling. Groaning gutterally. Sucking in his breath and before releasing a shuddering exhalation. Her son's body trembled and she felt him swelling even further. At last! Janice combed her fingers through his hair, more to comfort herself than to encourage him. She felt her son begin to move faster, more erratically as he neared his release. Jan knew he was ready and held her breath. Waiting for the eruption of her son's seed that would hopefully find its way into her uterus and fertilize the waiting egg that would put an end to all of this. |
Mark
Burying himself as much as possible inside the wet sucking sheath, the boy climaxes for the second time in his life inside a woman's body.
"That's it, baby. Let it all go." He hears his mother encourage, feeling her soft hand on his neck as he shakes and trembles. "Let it all out." For long seconds, he feels the bliss once more. But as it wears off, he suddenly realises what he has done. Remembering how rough he was. Quickly he scrambles off her, pulling himself out of her with a wet slap. Standing by the bed, he finds himself looking down in between her outstretched legs, seeing that her gown had ridden up and he could actually see her down there, all red and open, partially covered in a mass of dark hair. Realising what he is doing, he looks up at her face and sees her looking at him... |
Janice
Janice almost felt triumphant when Mark tensed and emptied himself into her with a low moan and a succession of spasmodic jerks -- a mixture of relief that it was over and a sense of something akin to pleasure that she had made him comfortable enough to finish. That's why she was a little more than surprised when her son scrambled off of her.
She looked up at him with concern in her eyes, poised to ask if he was all right when she noticed his eyes glued to a spot between her legs. He's staring at my... . She felt a crimson blush spread over her face as she closed her legs and sat up with a wince. It wasn't his fault that he was looking. He'd probably never seen a woman's private parts before. At least not in person. He had been a virgin after all. She felt a twinge of regret that it hadn't been more special or meaningful for him than this, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Done was done. Standing up, Jan walked over to her son and put her arms around him. "You did good, Mark. We both did good. Now go shower and do something nice for yourself. We'll umm... maybe after dinner when the twins are in bed, okay?" She kissed him on the cheek and watched him leave the room. Later would be easier still... maybe, Janice thought as she walked gingerly to the bathroom to shower. She hadn't realized how sore she was until she actually moved. |
Mark
(OOC: We have reached post 100! :D)
Standing in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to warm up, his mind casts back to what had happened. He had actually 'done' it with her. Naked, he looks down at himself, at the still semi-swollen flesh that hangs from his groin. He has never seen it so red, it looks almost sore he thinks to himself as he gently lifts it up. Noticing how sticky it is. He feels a tinge as he realises that the stickiness is from both him and his mom. He finds himself thinking what he had saw when he got off the bed. Another tinge. Realising that he shouldn't be thinking like that, he tries to shrug it off as he steps into the cubicle. Even as he lets the jets of the hot water wash over him, he still cannot disspell the funny feeling he is having... |
Jack Fleming
Jack was in the living room when his wife finally came downstairs. He'd not gone out as planned just in case Janice had needed him for something.
Needed him for something. Who was he kidding? It wasn't like she had been upstairs with some stranger or someone who would hurt her. She had been upstairs with their son. Exactly! Their son!! Irregardless of the fact that this was being done under duress -- that governments had issued the mandate that put mothers and sons and sisters and brothers worldwide into the same horrible situation -- Jack Fleming realized that he was jealous. Jealous! "So, how was it?" How was it? What a fucking lame thing to say! How was it. Might as well have said 'So, did you get off? Did you moan like you do for me? Was it good for you? "How was it?" Janice stopped in front of her husband, an incredulous look on her face. She didn't know what she had expected him to say... What could he say? But somehow, this just wasn't it. "I'm sorry, Jan. God damn it! I didn't mean it that way." Jack looked at his wife's face and it tore at his heart. "I'm going to start dinner. Where are the twins?" "They are staying overnight at the Kelly's. I thought maybe it would be a little more... relaxing with them over there. Just this once. Jan?" "I guess I'll just make dinner for the three of us then," she said quietly. Truth was, the twins would have helped to keep her mind off today's events and she more than resented Jack making this decision without her. Jack followed her into the kitchen cursing himself under his breath. What the hell was he doing? She just went through the ordeal of a lifetime and here I am being a totally insensitive jerkoff. "Jan," he repeated quietly as he put his arms around his wife. "I love you." ********* Happy 100th post. :love: |
Janice Fleming
Janice slipped her arms around her husband's waist and nestled her face into shoulder, "I love you, too, Jack. You know I do. It's just that... " How did she say that she was afraid their family would fall apart because of what was going on and that she -- they -- needed to work very hard to keep that from happening. "Our family needs to stick together right now, Jack. Especially now. And that includes the twins."
She looked up into his face. "I won't expose them to anything that would confuse them or hurt them, Jack. Give me that bit of credit at least." "I know, Jan. I just thought it would make you more comfortable to not have them underfoot today. I'll go fetch them home." "No. Leave them at Kelly's for today. Bringing them home now at dinner time will upset their routine. Right now they probably think they are having a little adventure away from home. I will phone them to wish them goodnight later on though. We'll all talk to them." She offered her lips up for a kiss and smiled. "I know! How 'bout if we get take-out and a movie? I could do with a good comedy myself. You?" "Sounds good to me!" Jack took the proffered kiss and added more. Deeper, more intimate than they'd meant to and Jan could feel her husband's arousal pressing against her. She moaned softly -- not because she, too, was aroused, but because she was suddenly, awkwardly made aware of the tenderness between her legs. She really should check to see if everything was all right "down there". "Hiya." They broke their embrace, turning toward their son as he walked into the living room. Janice walked over and toussled his hair. "We're getting take-out and a movie. Sound good?" "Umm... sure." "Okay then. All we have to do is decide what we're having. You and dad can pick it up on the way home from the video store." Janice wasn't sure if placing them alone together was such a good idea right now, but this is how they'd always done things and she didn't want to rock the boat any more than they had already done. |
Mark
Mark sits silently in the car as they drive down to the take-away, after they had picked up the video. Neither saying a word.
"How is school?" His father says finally. "Fine I guess." He replies. More silence. "Do you still hang around with that asian kid? Whatsisname?" "Sanjay." He doesn't like how his father keeps referring to Sanjay as 'that asian kid'. His mother has told him off a few times. "Yeah." Conversation stops as they pull up to the side of the road. Getting out, they go and retrieve their orders. Mark is having sweet and sour chicken. Five minutes later, they are home. "I have heated up the plates." Calls out his mother as she takes them out of the oven and starts to place them on the table. From their positions, Mark finds himself staring at her ass, noting how it fills out her jeans as she bends over the table. Suddenly realising what he is looking at, he quickly turns away, praying that neither of his folks have seen him. "Come on, Mark. Help out will you?" His mother is asking him. "Yeah!.... Sure!"... |
Janice Fleming
Conversation while they ate was sporadic, but Janice was grateful nonetheless. At least they were talking! She smiled fondly while she listened. Jack would be over-the-road most of next week. Mark was going to try out for the football team. The only thing missing was the twins.
She brought them dessert in the living room while they watched the movie -- a campy comedy that had Mark and Jack laughing uproariously. It was easy to slip away while they regained the sense of camaraderie the two had seemed to have lost lately. Janice was disturbed by how sore she still was. Locking the bedroom door behind herself, she removed her jeans and panties then took down the magnifying mirror that she used to tweeze her eyebrows. Climbing gingerly onto the bed, Jan placed the mirror between her legs and parted her outer lips to take a better look. To her, never having looked at her own genitals before, everything seemed red and swollen. She felt stretched. The thin membrane at the base of her vagina was especially tender -- almost like when she'd had the episiotomy after birthing Mark. It was ironic, how he had made her sore then and now again -- in the same place -- but for a completely different reason. To her inexperienced eye, nothing seemed to be amiss, however. It must just be because of... The realization that the tenderness was caused by the prodigious size of her son's erection finally hit home. Of course she'd sensed it at the time, but hadn't wanted to think about it -- preferring instead to put their initial awkwardness off on their nervousness and his inexperience. Perhaps a nice warm soak would help, Jan thought as she set the mirror aside and got up to draw a bath. Yes. That would do it, she thought as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. She figured there was another forty five minutes or so left to the film. And then... Janice sighed as she added bubbles to the running water. |
Mark
For a short time, Mark does not have to think of anything except for the film he is watching. And watch it he does. But all too soon, it is over.
"I like that movie. Leslie Nielson's good." His father comments. "Yeah." The boy replies. Silence. His father turns and looks at him. "Mark, I know this is difficult for you. It is for all of us." Mark sits there, looking at his feet, nodding. "We will work through this and once we have, we can forget all about it." Mark again nods, hoping they will. "I also have been thinking." Continues his father. "When this is over, how about the three of us go away for a while? I think we could do with a vacation, what do you think?" For the first time, the boy looks up and sees the smile on his father's face. "That would be cool." Unlike most kids his age, Mark enjoyed going away with his folks. "I am proud of you, sport." He says warmly. "You're doing an extremely difficult thing and your mother and I appreciate it. And if you do have anything you want to talk to us about - about all this, just say. Okay?" "Yes, dad." The boy smiles. "Now give your old dad a hug." With a grin, he pulls the boy into his arms and gives him a bear hug. "I love you, Dad." Mark returns his father's hug. "I love you, son." "What's going on here?" A recognisable female voice calls out behind them... |
Janice
Janice smiled, thinking that maybe her family would remain intact after all. The bath seemed to have helped, easing some of the discomfort. That, and the sight of her husband and their son laughing together made her feel a little more at ease.
Without a second thought, she flopped down in Jack's lap as she usually did, leaning into him as his arms tightened around her body. "Hey, handsome man" she murmured in his ear. "It doesn't look like your wife's around. How bout you and me... " Jack gave out a mock groan and rolled his eyes. "What are you like, Janice Fleming? Always trying to entice me like this. How can I resist? You know, Mark" he added with a wink. "This lady in my lap is one helluva sexy... " Suddenly it was as if she could hear a pin drop in the room. Janice hadn't thought about what she was doing or saying. Obviously Jack hadn't either. It was just something they had always done. Old habits and all that. Janice's heart climbed into her throat as she felt a flush of embarrassment spread across her face. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. What the hell had she been thinking? She hadn't been. That was the whole point. With just a few careless words Janice had undone all the good that they'd shared this evening. Now what? "I think I'm going to take the dog out for a walk," Jack said, nudging her off his lap. "See you in the morning, Champ. You, too, Jan." He kissed her on the cheek and ruffled Mark's hair as he grabbed the lead and attached it to their dog's collar. Janice and Mark just stood there, silently watching him go. She sighed. Might as well get the rest of this over with. It can't get any worse than it already is, she thought. "I'm going up, Mark. Come when you're ready." Giving her son a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, Janice went upstairs to her room to wait. One more time, and tomorrow would bring a new day. |
Mark
Mark just sits there, alone in the room now that both parents are gone. He's not sure what had just happened but he knows it's something about him.
"I'm going up, Mark. Come when you're ready." His mom's last words replay themselves in his head. Does she wants him to do it again? Despite it being so wrong, that it already may be causing problems between her and his dad, he can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through him as he remembers the other times. "No, it's mom!" He says to himself half-heartedly, his groin tightening. But he has to do it. For some reason, it doesn't seem as bad as it has done. Taking a deep breath, the boy gets up and goes upstairs, pausing outside his bedroom door as he ponders about double checking with her. Deciding that he heard right the first time, he goes in and quickly strips down, noticing that his penis is already fully erect. Squirting some cream onto his hand, he gently rubs it into his now throbbing tool, gasping slightly as the cool lubricant comes into contact with his hot flesh, making him harder still. Putting on his robe, he quickly notices that he is sticking out like a third arm. Embarrassed that his mom may see it, he quickly folds his hands over, causing the bloated shaft to press against his stomach. With his 'condition' hidden, he nervously approaches his parent's bedroom door... |
Janice
"Come in," Janice said in answer to the gentle knock on the door that could only be her son. She'd put her gown on and had the pillow they'd used earlier ready. Everything was ready. Well, almost.
Janice knew that they would be able to do it this time without a problem. Each attempt thus far had been easier than the last. But this time she was nervous -- nervous in a different kind of way. She was sore and tired. She didn't want to hurt anymore. She only wanted to sleep. Jan was tempted to tell Mark that they'd skip this session, wait until morning. But she couldn't. They'd agreed. Twice a day -- minimum. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. Janice forced herself to smile at her son. He seemed just as nervous as she was and it tugged at her heartstrings. "C'mon," she said quietly, grabbing for the pillow and slipping it up under her hips. "There. Much better." She tried to make a joke of it, or at least ease the tension, but she didn't know if it worked. Mark wasn't saying a thing. He wasn't smiling. He was barely breathing it seemed as he pulled back the covers and climbed between her legs. "Okay," she encouraged him with a soothing tone in her voice. "You remember how we did it last time, right? Just relax, lovey. It will be all right." Mark's face flushed and he nodded. Taking a deep breath, Janice reached between them to guide his erection. |
Mark
He cannot believe it. He is back in his parents' room, back on the bed with his mother, back in between....
"Okay." His mother tells him. "You remember how we did it last time, right?" He nods as he listens to the sound of her voice and he remembers how she cried out when they last did this. Despite himself, he feels himself getting even harder even as his face flushes a deep red. "Just relax, lovey. It will be all right." Underneath him, he feels something moving, pulling at his robe and then something warm and soft is touching his erection. Oohhh! Knowing it is his mother's hand, he pushes his hips forward as he feels her pulling at him. Her other hand gently presses on his bottom, pushing him down. "That's it." She says encouragingly. Guided by her hands, he pushes down and forward and gasps aloud as he feels his tip hit something. Underneath him, his mother shifts herself. "Now push, honey. Push." Obeying, he humps his hips forward and is immediately rewarded with that tight wet feeling sliding over the head of his cock. "Ohh!" He groans, his eyes closing as he relishes the contact. With a violent jab, he buries three or four inches of himself inside her. "Ooooh. Not so hard." His mother cries out and he feels her hand pushing against his stomach as if to stop him entering further. He stops. "That's it. Now do it more slowly." Looking up at her face, he sees that her face is red, her eyes wide. Gently he moves forward and immediately feels the hot wetness slide further down him. Inch by inch the boy slides into his mother, causing her channel to expand impossibly around him. Rubbing the ribbed inner walls against his taut hardened flesh as he joins with her. Despite his feelings, he knows that this is paradise... |
Janice
Janice was more sore than she expected she'd be when Mark thrust into her. Unable to stop herself, she cried out for her son to be more gentle. She knew he'd used the lubricant -- she'd felt it when she touched his... But even so.
Jan struggled to relax her body as Mark eased up and then slowly began to enter her again. Realizing being tense wasn't helping matters and was more than likely adding to her discomfort, she closed her eyes and tried to just let it happen. Concentrating on anything and everything other than what was going on, a low-pitched, quiet mewling breached her thoughts causing her to open her eyes slowly. It took a moment to gather her wits, but no longer than that. Jan was horrified to realize that with her mind in a different place, her body had stopped resisting and her hips had been meeting his gentle thrusts subconsciously. Sweet heavens! She was aroused! And because of this, her son was gliding in and out of her steadily. Easily. And he was ready to ejaculate. Resisting the urge to push him off and scramble away, she encouraged him instead -- just wanting it to be over. Needing it to be over. She needed to think. How could this be?? "Cum for mommy," she whispered. "Please... " |
Mark
For a short time, the boy is lost as he moves his hips back and forth as he slowly fucks his mother. His mind completely enthralled by the sensation of his organ sliding in and out of his mother's.
His eyes closed, he tries to fight back the gasps and groans as he feels the wet sheath sliding back and forth on his swollen thickness. In fact, he is so lost, he doesn't even realise that she is gently thrusting back against him. And then he can feel it, the tingling sensation in his groin which causes his erection to swell up even more. Gasping, he starts to speed up. "Cum for mommy. Please... " Her sudden words abruptly returns him to his surroundings and he finds that he is looking directly down at his mother's face, their eyes locking. "Please..." She says again, almost a plea. It is too much for him. Unable to stop himself, the boy rams himself as deeply inside her as possible and then he feels something rush up his cock. Then he is crying out, his body convulsing as he feels something hot literally jetting out the end and into his mother. Once....twice...three times...four. Each squirt is like the first and causes his body to shudder and for him to cry out... |
Janice
Thrust after pulsating thrust, Mark emptied his seed into his mother before finally collapsing. Janice was barely able to breathe under his crushing weight, yet she held her son, smoothing her hands over his hair until his ragged breathing and rapidly pounding heart returned to their normal rhythms.
Under other circumstances, this would have been a time for lovers to kiss and cuddle and whisper sweet nothings to each other -- but... This was not "other circumstances" and they were not lovers, Janice thought to herself as she waited for Mark's penis to soften and slip out of her vagina the way Jack's always did. She waited. And waited... She tried not to think about the fact that it was her son in her arms, but when he didn't seem to be moving, Janice started to become uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. Mark didn't seem to be getting much smaller. Was it her imagination or was his penis growing harder again? Jan didn't want to hurt his feelings or make him feel awkward, but she needed him to get up. Now. "Mark," she whispered. "You have to get up now, sweetie. School tomorrow and you need to shower up. I'll see you in the morning early, okay?" Janice took a deep breath as her son lifted himself off of her -- reluctantly it seemed. Or was that her imagination as well? "Mark?" "Yes, mom?" She held out her arms and pulled him close for a hug. Kissing her son's forehead, Jan couldn't help hoping that this whole experience wouldn't cause him some deep psychological troubles further down the line. She would do whatever needed doing to keep that from happening. "I love you. You did good." He didn't answer, his face turning a bright shade of crimson as he nodded and murmured a quick goodnight before leaving his parents' bedroom. Mark was her firstborn and whether he realized it or not, he would also be the father of the child they had been enjoined to conceive together. What that would do to their family -- and him -- in the long run was yet to be seen, Janice thought as she climbed from the bed and straightened up the bed linens. Satisfied that the bed looked neat again, Jan stared at it for a long while before realizing that Mark's sperm was dripping out of her, running down her legs to the floor. She hadn't realized there was so much! Cleaning it up, she rushed for the shower wondering if her husband would come to their bed or sleep on the settee or in the guest room. That, too, remained to be seen. |
Mark
Back in his bedroom, the boy stands his bed as he tries not to think what he has just done to his mother in the room next door.
But he can't! He can feel her soft body under his, her soft words, the strange wet feeling that surrounded his hard-on as he f... did 'it' with her. He feels a familar tingling sensation in his penis. For a moment, a forbidden moment, he finds himself back in his parents' bedroom, on top of his mother. The thought causes his still half-hard penis to stiffen. Automatically, his hand starts to reach for under the robe... No! Shaking his head, he tries to concentrate on something else. Still feeling clammy, he decides to have a shower like she had told him and so, grabbing his bathrobe, he makes for the door. And pauses. The last thing he wants at the moment is to bump into either of his parents and for long moments, he just stands there. Finally, he turns, pulls off his robe and slides naked into his bed... |
A few days later...
Janice and Mark had settled into a routine of sorts, having what they called their "time together" in the morning as soon as the twins and Jack had left for the day and then again after the twins were settled down for the night. They were all agreed that it would be easier if the little ones weren't exposed to what was going on -- less questions asked and all that.
But tensions were rising in the Fleming household. Relations between Jack and Mark were strained at best -- Mark seeming embarrassed and Jack a little more than resentful, though he struggled not to show it for Janice's sake as much as for their son's. "Don't forget I'm going over the road on Monday, Jan. I'll be gone for almost a week." Janice nodded. "I'll miss you." "I'll miss you, too, babe. I really don't like the idea of being away just now. Especially now, but there was no talking old man Johnson out if it." he said quietly. "What if you need me?" "It will be all right, Jack. Besides, you'll only be a phone call away and we'll talk in between like we always have done. And your homecomings have always been the best." Jan gave her husband a naughty wink without thinking. Ignoring her statement, Jack gave his wife a peck and murmured something about running late. Janice sighed and gave kisses all around and watched him head out the door with Emily and Matt. They hadn't made love since this Government Repopulation Order Worldwide went into effect. The doctors had said a two week minimum of abstinence and then only with condoms. Frankly, Jack hadn't even tried to cuddle up with her, let alone anything else since it had all begun. Maybe she'd encourage it when he returned, and once she was pregnant they wouldn't have to worry about it any more. They could just go on as they always had. Couldn't they? "Morning, mom." Jan turned and smiled at her son as he walked into the kitchen. "Morning, sleepyhead. You slept late. I was just coming up." Mark nodded, but didn't meet her eyes. The act itself was a little easier now -- for her at least. Jan found -- surprisingly -- that she wasn't quite as tender as she had been in the beginning. They still used the pillow to give him better access and of course they were wearing the gowns that had been provided, but they still had those awkward moments when it seemed they might almost be discussing what they were doing. "Have you seen Sunil lately?" Jan asked. Sunil hadn't been over since before Project G.R.O.W.. In fact, she hadn't spoken to Devi either. Maybe she'd give her a call this afternoon. Devi and her brother couldn't be having any better a time of it than they were. "No. Guess he's been busy." Janice nodded and started to make a remark about how even the best of friendships were strained by all of this, but thought better of it. Mark knew it as well as she did. Instead, not wanting him to see her concern, she smiled her sunniest smile at her son and said, "Just let me finish my coffee and I'll meet you upstairs." She needed a few moments alone to get into her mind set. |
Mark
"Just let me finish my coffee and I'll meet you upstairs." His mother tells him and he quickly excuses himself and goes upstairs. As he enters his bedroom room, he briefly wonders about his friend.
"Knowing him, he will loving it." And he feels his already rock hard cock throb even more at the thought of Sunil's sister, naked. He has always had a thing about her. He groans to himself as he feels the dull ache in his balls and shaft which he has had since he woke up. Although not erect at the time, he had even started to hump into the mattress until his mother had shouted for him to come down for breakfast. It was because he was only half-hard was he able to hide is "condition" from his parents. Pulling of his dressing gown, he dons on his gown and gasps as the material comes in contact with his bloated helmet. "Ohhh!" He groans as he looks down at the huge tent sticking out from his groin. Is he imagining it or does it seem bigger? Filled with a morbid curosity, the teenager slowly drags up the robe from his front until the hugely swollen club stands revelled. "Fuck!" His eyes widen at the sight of his "condition". It seems more veiny than usual and, although it is his only imagination, the deep purple head looks a lot bigger. "Jesus." He moans as he imagines this monsterosity going deep inside his mother's sex, her cunt. Normally he feels tremendously guilty at even thinking what he does to his mother and although he can still feel that guilt, but this time, it is swamped by the ever growing need to get in between her legs. He is so preoccupied in inspecting his "condition", the boy never hears his mother come up and go into her room to get changed, as she normally does before fetching him for a session. Nor does he has a chance to react when he hears the knock on the door and she enters. "Mark, I am read..." His mother stops as her eyes fall on him... |
Janice
Janice felt the flush of embarrassment flood her face and just as quickly drain away replacing her normally wholesome glow with a blanched, colorless pallor. Just when she thought she had her emotions all under control... this. She wanted to rush from her son's room. She wanted to stay and look.
Mark stood in front of her holding up his gown with one hand, his other circling his monstrous erection which was pointing at her like an obscene signpost. His face was red, his eyes were wide and glued to her not unlike the look of a deer when it gets caught in the headlights of a fast approaching automobile on a dark country road. Frozen. "I didn't mean to... barge in." Why was she feeling so guilty? Janice knew exactly why. Despite the fact that they had done it -- several times over the past week, in fact -- Janice had not seen Mark's penis as it was always covered by his gown. Yes, she had touched it to guide him inside of her. Yes, she had felt how it had stretched her vagina. She remembered how sore she had been for the first few days. But she had refused to let herself think about it. And now... Now Mark was standing, for all intents and purposes, on display in front of her. For the first time, she was actually faced with the nonordinariness of their reality. There it was. The thing she hadn't wanted to think about. The thing that kept their encounters from becoming "personal". The thing that she had been guiding between her legs. That he had been putting into her vagina. The thing that deposited the sperm deep in her womb so that they could conceive a child. Janice wanted to laugh aloud at how ludicrous it was for her to be shocked. Perhaps it was more the fact that she had deluded herself into thinking that this was all just on the government's orders. That there was nothing personal at all about... About what?? Nothing personal about fucking?? She knew that she was being harsh on herself. That it had just been a way of protecting her sensibilities -- and those of her son -- but the fact remained. The reality of it was suddenly, starkly so "in-her-face" that she didn't know what to say or do. Janice was disgustingly fascinated and it made her sick to her stomach. She could only imagine how it made Mark feel. Well, he was more than obviously "ready". Perhaps they could just get it over with and go on yet again. Yes, that's what she would do. Fighting back the urge to touch it -- to see just how small her hand looked when her fingers circled his girth to guide him, Janice Fleming reached out and touched the wrist of the hand that was holding up his gown, pulling it free. "Come," Jan said quietly with a tilt of her chin toward the other bedroom, her fingers slipping down to squeeze her son's hand as she held it and led him across the hall. |
Mark
The boy just stands there, mimicing a deer that has been caught in a car's pair of headlights, as he feels his mother's eyes on him.
Nor does he move until he feels her hand on him, pulling his own hand away and allowing the gown to fall down over his jutting hardness, leaving a large tent affect. "Come." She tells him as she pulls him by the hand out of his room and into hers. All the way, he is acutely aware of her large breasts as they wobble inside her gown. Once inside, she lets go of his hand and takes her usual place on the bed underneath the sheets. He just stands there, watching. "Come." She says again, lifting up the sheet to allow him to get in. With a now practiced ease courtesy of their previous times together, he is soon laying between his mother's legs, their bodies shielded by the bedclothes. Like many times before, he feels her hand on him as she starts to guide him into her. Hell! I haven't put on any cream! He tries to say something when he feels some warm and wet nudge the tip of his turgid erection. Then her hand is pushing on his ass and he groans as he feels himself slide into a tight couldron of liquid heat... |
Janice
As Mark moved in and out of her with a now practiced rhythm, something odd about this encounter kept tickling the back of Janice's mind. It was different somehow, and it seemed as though they both sensed it without knowing the what or why of it.
For one thing, Mark didn't have his eyes closed. Nor did she for that matter. And he was staring. Looking deeply into her eyes as if the answer to his unspoken question could be found there. But what was the question? Jan smiled reassuringly and caressed her son's face to smoothe away the worry lines between his brows. She hoped it wasn't concern about her walking in on him and what she saw. , and realized that it was foolish to be embarrassed. But boys and men were different sometimes. Mark would get past it, of course -- they both would. She just didn't want him to fret overmuch. Rocking her hips to meet her son's, Janice suddenly realized what was different. She was reacting -- moving with him. He hadn't used the lubricant either! Sweet heavens, what was she doing? Her mind went blank and her body froze, but she didn't have time to really consider the consequences of her thoughts. Mark was ready and she had to let him finish. "Ohh, mom... " Mark's voice was low, sounding almost like a plea as he pressed his forehead against hers and paused for what seemed an eternity. Then he was moving again -- harder and faster now. She held her breath as she waited. Mark shuddered and groaned. She could feel his penis pulsate with each successive thrust. Flooding her with eruption after eruption of his sperm, it gushed deeply into her vagina where it would travel in seach of an egg to fertilize. "That's it, darling. Eeeeasy does it." Please let it happen this time, she prayed to herself. Knowing what she now knew, Jan wasn't sure if she would be able to do this for very much longer. |
Mark
Everything happens so fast for the boy, his mind shutting down as the sensations overload. He is hardly aware of anything but the pleasureable feeling of his mother's ..erm.. sex wrapped tightly around his cock, her moving under him.
"Ohh, mom... " Then he is pressing into her, already swollen cock expanding further deep inside, his breathes coming in deep gasps with each deep penetrative thrust. "Ohhh." With a long drawn out groan, he is filling her, his forehead against hers, his hands grasping her shoulders firmly as he strains against her. His body trembling and bucking violently at each discharge of thick, potent semen. "That's it, darling. Eeeeasy does it." He hears her whisper. Finally the ejaculations stop but he can still feel the tingle down below, still feel his mother tight around him. Slowly he lifts up his head and looks down at her, his eyes locking with hers. The sight of her makes his body shudder, his cock throb and suddenly he is filled with the desire to kiss her, to plant his lips over her soft ones. Slowly, he starts to pull back and gasps out aloud as he feels his mother's ribbed insides caress his penis's over-sensitive head, his cock still ever so swollen. His eyes still locked on hers, he moves in again. Filling her with his abundantly erect flesh, the sound of their wet groins clearing being heard despite the muffling of the sheets. For a moment he flexes his heavy erection inside her, causing his mother to gasp?, and then he is pulling back, then pushing back in, and then out again, then in. Within seconds, he is rhythmically thrusting into her, his eyes never leaving hers as the sounds of gasps fill the room... |
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